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"We knocked most of them out," He rebutted, grinding his teeth. The one he'd knocked back accidentally Steve had caught over the banister before it could happen. So her reports were false as well. But him? Better than she was? Apparently Natasha wasn't seeing things the right way. Bucky...

Huh? Did that mean.. and then she threw quickly and he stumbled back just a few inches, reaching up to nurse the throbbing wound. For all that was holy! He blinked as she called him an asshole, though, and a relieved smirk flickered across his face. There she was. Oh good. All he actually had to...

He nodded as she questioned his er, order. He reached down with his metal arm and squeezed the thin metal holding the handcuffs together so she'd be able to move easily. He didn't want to stray to anything but he hated seeing her sitting there chained up. Even if this was only a memory and she...

"You earn food, my training you does not change that," He said as curtly as he could, but this was hard, he didn't know how to speak to her like the Winter Soldier right now. He felt like he was talking too much, but maybe her brain would pick up on what was wrong with that. That was it! In...

James nodded to the man who'd been in Stark's mind, War Machine who had turned them in, a true supporter of the cause, but also held a close bond to the avengers. A small thanks to be given an excuse out of preying questions. But not to Steve... the one person he'd likely always answer to. "I...

Yelling, pleading, and outrage all took place from the group around him. All of which was going to muddle this all the more. It was already wrong, he wasnt in a certain role but the problem was this was fuzzy for him. These younger years he hadn't even realized he'd known her that length of...

"Do?" Pietro repeated, shocked from answering as his shocked twin slapped the tiny girl. This was out of control. Wanda wasn't in control, and neither was Natasha. The spell was running wild. This was officially a danger to Wanda. Whether it was that savage, the cyborg, or if it was the Black...

"Oh God," Clint groaned, grimacing as he looked down at the girl who was undoubtedly Tasha. They always knew they'd each had things in their past, in some cases they knew certain details. But it was of the big picture, they didn't go into the little stuff, all that led them there. Clint never...

They left him, the pressure that had been building and causing him to fight it- like it was his conditioning all over again- gone. Just that void, but the pressure was so much lighter on him suddenly he hardly recognized any discomfort as the world the Scarlett Witch was building up around them...

That would be good, it meant they had the drive to succeed at least. Which they needed if they wanted to become useful assets. He stood, his hands fell to his sides in wait as Natalia continued on in her game. The youngest one's eyes travelled on him and then away as to not be obvious when...

She was thinking and Clint waited with baited breath, staring up at his partner and hoping something would sink in. This was her memory, this was her investment... but Nat was good at distancing things... and she kept herself and her aliases very separate at times. He had hope here, her...

He shook his head, frustrated. Necessary had nothing to do with it. It was a response to an attack, as any combatant would. There were no specail exceptions or false senses of the world here. That would result in poor training and leave the girls far from ready to serve the State. He gave her...

This one was a trip. Clint was still standing back against the mirror with the others... whether he was stuck by this urge- almost instinct- to stay back while they were sparring, or because his head was overloaded with information... Clint just didn't know. It might be both, it seemed like...

Pietro nodded as his sister stepped next to him and defended herself. He was immensely proud of her, she was so much stronger at her core, more confident than when they had been coming out of Hydra and he'd nearly died. Wanda had grown so much, and Pietro was secretly glad that as she had grown...

Irresponsible? He couldn't fathom how, or in what way she meant that. This was the mission, teaching them what they needed to be successful for the state. Natalia was mad he picked her back up? It was hardly strangling, in either case, the pressure required for that was just a bit more. It had...

"Hmph, very funny Wanda," He grumbled, crossing his arms tighter and growing more uncomfortable. Oh yes so comical, he'd love to see her have to face the same. But his sister might not even be bothered! Well Pietro was certainly bothered. But.... a small part of him couldn't help but be...

"Natalia!" He reproached, hissing her name and giving her a knowing glare. She knew better than to talk like this! What was she thinking in front of all the girls? Did she want to see the two of them taken to Siberia? Worse, who knew... she was risking too much. Into him? She ought to say into...

He'd run into the man without thinking... he'd seen danger and sped to intercept it. It ought to have worked... except in this mind.... whatever, in Wanda's spell he didn't have his powers any more than she did. So he hurtled across the room, feeling the pain radiate across his back and spine as...

His focus was returned to him by one of his charges. One of ten in his mission, currently. He'd told them taunting was a waste of energy unless used for a distraction. Even the, that was the Academy's rule and not his. He always deemed it as a waste of energy. He countered the kicks and hits...

His head snapped left at the name, Barnes... Bucky. Him... The swinging lights came back over him, from her distraction and the room started to disappear once again. "Argh," He snarled as his head started aching. Pulsing, pounding, being pulled through a tube and suddenly the dirty walls and...